Es-tu Charlie? Je suis Donbass!
I am the dead men in burnt bus,
I am the house turned to dust.
Je m’appelle Donbass. Je m’appelle Donbass.
When people love, they sing and dance,
Whether in Donbass or in France;
And in the cellars of Lugansk
They still believe in their chance
To overcome this blood and pain,
That their suffering’s not in vain…
People need hope — it’s a must.
Je suis Donbass. Nous sommes Donbass.
Sergey Armeyskov, 12.01.2015.
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A Touching Poem from Sergey Armeyskov: Russian Universe Blog
Why can there just be PEACE?
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